How long must you give me the runaround? You remind me of an old flame The weekends waiting Journeys on the underground You remind me of the old days I stay composed I live in hope that this is all a dream You have my mind, body and soul But still you don't want me Imagine if you didn't mean a thing Imagine if, imagine if you knew Imagine if you didn't mean a thing Imagine if, imagine if you knew There would be no running There would be no waiting at the door There would be no running Imagine if you didn't mean a thing Imagine if you didn't mean a thing Imagine if you didn't mean a thing Imagine if, imagine if you knew Imagine if you didn't mean a thing Imagine if, imagine if you knew There would be no running There would be no waiting at the door There would be no running Imagine if you didn't mean a thing